“Hey, you wanna get some milk while we’re here? Since..ya know, your dad never came back with it yet?” Your friend, Lara, teased as she jabbed a finger towards the isle of refrigerated drinks. Suddenly you regretted bringing her along on your shopping trip as you remembered just how irritating she could be with her jokes.

Today wasn’t a very good day for you at all. Your paycheck had been cut in half and you weren’t getting a Christmas bonus this year. Everything seemed to grate on your nerves, from the flicker of the overhead lighting to the idiotic wheel on the shopping cart that kept squeaking.

Finally, your cart rolled up to the register where a man began scanning your items, of whom his name tag read ‘Negan Smith’. He gave you and your friend a quick glance, your items definitely weren’t the only thing being checked out.